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ArtistThe machine of a dream Such a clean machine With the pistons pumping And the hubcaps all gleam When I'm holding your wheel All I hear is your gear When my hand's on your grease gun Oh it's like a disease, son I'm in love with my car Got to feel for my automobile Get a grip on my boy racer roll bar Such a thrill when your radials squeal Told my girl I'll have to forget her Rather buy me a new carburetor So she made tracks Saying this is the end now Cars don't talk back They're just four-wheeled friends, now When I'm holding your wheel All I hear is your gear When I'm cruising in overdrive Don't have to listen To no run of the mill talk jive I'm in love with my car Got to feel for my automobile I'm in love with my car String back gloves In my automolove
A passionate ode to a beloved automobile, celebrating its sleek mechanics and the thrill of the open road, prioritizing the car over all else.